She has invaded my senses.
Wesley
“I, ah, I hope to see you soon though.”
She gave me a gorgeous smile as she stood and grabbed her bag. “Me too. Bye, Father.”
I couldn’t even wait until I was sure she was out of the church. As soon as Poppy left, I got up and locked the door, taking the time only to move over to my desk so I could brace one hand on the surface as I fumbled with my belt.
There wasn’t time to feel guilty or question my motives or for anything resembling thought. I didn’t even pull my slacks down any farther than it took to free my dick, and then I was jacking myself hard and fast, nothing in mind but release.
I tried to think of someone else—anyone else—other than the woman who had come to me seeking God’s forgiveness and reassurance. But my mind kept wandering back to her, imagining her at the club, but moving for me and only for me, pulling her thong aside to show me the thing I most wanted.
Christ help me.
I felt it building, taut electricity in my pelvis, and I was thrusting into my hand now, wishing I was fucking Poppy Danforth—her mouth or her cunt or her ass, I didn’t care—and then I shot all over my desk, pulsing and spurting and imagining that each and every drop of myself was being spilled onto her white skin.
My dick is a steel rod in my boxers, and my pulse is beating a frantic rhythm as I read. Holy fuck. I had no idea Anna read books like this.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever read.
I palm my throbbing cock that’s begging to be released from the confines of my boxers. Anna’s on the other side of this wall, reading the same thing.
Is she just as affected by these words as I am? Is her body thrumming with arousal? Does she ever touch herself while she reads?
Oh God. The thought of her touching herself right now makes my balls draw up.
All I need is the slightest stroke, and I’ll come in my underwear. Being around Anna all the time has my body on high alert. She smells so fucking good, like peaches on a summer day, sweet and vibrant. Her body is so fucking beautiful, tall and slender, with long lines that draw my eye up and down her form, but it’s her eyes that do me in. I could get lost in those big, deep brown depths. They’re soulful, a little sad, but so intense; it’s hard to look away.
I swear, sometimes, she checks me out the way I check her out. Like, tonight, I could feel her eyes on me, and she liked what she saw. Those looks make me want to risk everything to be with her. To just pull her into my arms and kiss her.
I let my imagination run with it as I shove down my boxers and free my aching dick. Squeezing the shaft, I hiss as I think about finally touching Anna. Pulling her into my arms, sinking my fingers into her thick hair, holding her face to mine as I taste her lips and tongue.
I begin stroking in earnest as I think about her response. Would she be pliant in my arms? Would she be hungry for me? Would she scream her orgasm or moan and whimper?
I know she’s not a virgin. I saw enough of her and Charlie sneaking around to know that. And I’m not dumb enough to think there’s been no one else since.
But would she care that I am?
I mean…I know what to do—obviously. I’m twenty-eight years old, for shit’s sake. It’s just…I’ve never actually had sex before. Before prison, I was so hung up on Anna I never wanted to go there with anyone else. And then…prison took up the last huge chunk of my life.
And, now that I’m out, I remember why I was so hung up on Anna before. She has invaded my senses, and I can’t get her out of my mind.
That was before she sent me this book. This beautifully filthy book about forbidden love.
Fuck. I tug harder on my cock. I want to come. I need it. Spitting on my hand, I make it good and slippery as I shuttle my hand up and down, twisting at the top to give the head extra stimulation. I hold my balls with my other hand, pulling the slightest bit then rubbing the sensitive skin just under them. Yesss.
I fuck into my fist, straining, reaching, and holding my breath to keep from making any noises. I don’t want her to hear me.
Or, shit, maybe I do. Maybe I want her to know the book she picked out for me turns me on, and knowing she’s mere feet away reading the same words has me ready to explode.
I’m too far gone to stop. I slow my strokes as that razor edge of pleasure consumes me, trying to draw it out, make it last.
Then I hear Anna moan, and I come like a geyser all over my hand, my dick pulsing and jerking. I can’t stop the responding groan, Anna’s name a prayer on my lips. Then, once it’s out, it’s the loudest sound ever. I slap my hand over my mouth as I come down, squeezing the last of my release from my cock onto my stomach.
Was that really a moan? Is she touching herself right now?
I keep quiet and try to listen over the roar of my heartbeat, but I don’t hear it again. Stretching to collect my discarded T-shirt from the floor, I clean the mess off my stomach and allow sleep to take me over with a content smile on my face.